I wrote two versions of the proposal chapter and I decided on this one. Mainly because I think it's more fitting for the type of luck that Dillon has. lol He still gets his beautiful proposal but there's a little humor to it too. =)
Dillon reached into his pocket to check to see if the ring was still there. His fingers slid along the velvet as he watched Georgie look at her reflection in the mirror as they stood in the living room. He had managed to light a few candles and dimmed the lighting, but not enough so she would notice a drastic change and get suspicious.
"So, do you like it?" she held her arms out showing off her new dress she had bought on a trip with Maxie. It was blue one shoulder with a diagonal skirt. Maxie had insisted the dress was made for her and Dillon had to agree.
"You look beautiful," he smiled softly at her, his stomach tightening. Everything about her, about this moment, was perfect.
He took a step toward her and reached for her hand; taking a deep breath, he tried to remember what he had planned in his head. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this nervous. Guys like him were not allowed to get nervous, it was bad for business.
"Are you ok?" she raised an eyebrow "You don't look so good."
"I'm fine," he nodded "I just um, I need to talk to you for a second."
"Ok."
"Come sit down," he pulled her to the couch. She gave him a puzzled expression.
"All right, um..." he cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak.
"Georgie!" they heard Maxie calling from the hallway.
Georgie jumped up with Dillon close behind her and opened the door, to find her sister standing there in a short, tight fitting black dress. Typical Maxie, but it looked great on her just the same. She was determined to turn a few more heads before she left town.
"You guys ready?"
"In a minute, Dillon has something he needs to tell me," Georgie assured her sister. Maxie shrugged and sat down on the couch. Dillon was flustered, he never expected to be sharing this moment with her in the room. That was why he had speeded everything up to avoid it.
"Um, Maxie," he began to protest.
"Georgie!" Emily called as she came through the front door "Look at the earrings Nikolas just gave me to wear tonight!"
"They're beautiful," Georgie reached out and touched one of the tear drop shaped diamonds. Maxie jumped up and examined them for herself. The girls were going crazy over them and Dillon found himself wondering if he promised he'd buy both of them a pair if they would be quiet.
"Um, ladies," Dillon tried to interrupt "I need to speak to Georgie, just a second."
"Oh, ok," Emily followed Maxie back to the couch.
"No," Dillon shook his head "I need to..."
"Sorry," Nikolas burst through the door "There wasn't anybody to park the car."
"Ok!" Dillon shouted, silencing the whole room "Everybody just sit down and be quiet, for two minutes all right?"
Everybody, including Georgie, gave him a strange look but they did as they were told. You didn't argue with somebody like Dillon.
"Not you," Dillon took Georgie's arm.
"What are you up to?" she smirked.
"Ok," he sighed. Where was he? Oh right, he hadn't even started yet. He cast an angry glance at the group on the couch then took her hand, pulling her down the hall and into the guest bedroom.
"Dillon," Georgie laughed "We just *left* them in there. What's going on?"
"All right, just listen to me ok?"
Georgie nodded her head slowly, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
"From the first day that I met you, I knew that you were the most incredible person I had ever met. The fact that you loved me, despite everything that happened between us, it's amazing."
"Where are you going with this?" she asked with a nervous laugh.
"Just...I'm getting there," he nodded "Ever since I was sixteen years old I've known that there is nobody else in this world that will ever matter to me as much as you."
He reached into his pocket pulling out the box and opened it. Georgie finally saw the ring that he had bought for her three years prior and gasped.
"I bought this, the day before your twenty-fourth birthday," he began, nervously pulling it out of the box "Ned helped me," he smiled fondly at the mention of his brother.
"I can't believe this," Georgie shook her head.
"I kept it, all this time, because I knew that nobody else could ever wear it."
She let out a little sob, as tears began to trickle down her cheeks. On the other side of the bedroom door, a small crowd had gathered. Emily and Maxie were both smiling, holding onto one another in anticipation. Nikolas listened in admiration; Finally things were as they were meant to be.
Dillon dropped down onto one knee and took her hand again. He stared up into her eyes, the most beautiful eyes he was sure he had ever seen and smiled at her.
"I know now that it's ok to take risks, as long as we do it together. I promise you, I will *never* leave you again. You make me happy Georgie. I'm not living when I'm not with you. I love you so much."
"I love you too," she whispered.
"Will you marry me? Will you stay with me forever?"
Georgie fought back her sobs long enough to take in a deep breath so she could answer.
"Of course I will."
Emily and Maxie squealed with excitement as Dillon slipped the ring onto her finger. The couple laughed when they realized their friends had sneaked and heard everything. At that moment, it didn't matter. Dillon didn't mind if the whole world heard him. He stood up, and taking her face in his hands, he kissed her.
"This wasn't like I planned," Dillon whispered when they pulled apart "Aside from the audience," he motioned toward the door "this was nothing like a movie."
"No," Georgie shook her head, staring up adoringly at him "It's so much better...Ingrid and Bogey eat your heart out."
Dillon smiled. Georgie hadn't seen him smile like that in years. In his warm eyes, she saw the boy she had fallen in love with. He was the boy that taught her how to kiss, the boy that stole a motorcycle to impress her. The same boy that told her he loved her for the first time by yelling it in the middle of a barn. In the same instant, she saw the man that he had become. The man that had sacrificed his happiness to protect her, who had kept the ring that now was on her finger all these years because it symbolized their future. He was the man that was going to be her husband.
Dillon reached into his pocket to check to see if the ring was still there. His fingers slid along the velvet as he watched Georgie look at her reflection in the mirror as they stood in the living room. He had managed to light a few candles and dimmed the lighting, but not enough so she would notice a drastic change and get suspicious.
"So, do you like it?" she held her arms out showing off her new dress she had bought on a trip with Maxie. It was blue one shoulder with a diagonal skirt. Maxie had insisted the dress was made for her and Dillon had to agree.
"You look beautiful," he smiled softly at her, his stomach tightening. Everything about her, about this moment, was perfect.
He took a step toward her and reached for her hand; taking a deep breath, he tried to remember what he had planned in his head. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this nervous. Guys like him were not allowed to get nervous, it was bad for business.
"Are you ok?" she raised an eyebrow "You don't look so good."
"I'm fine," he nodded "I just um, I need to talk to you for a second."
"Ok."
"Come sit down," he pulled her to the couch. She gave him a puzzled expression.
"All right, um..." he cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak.
"Georgie!" they heard Maxie calling from the hallway.
Georgie jumped up with Dillon close behind her and opened the door, to find her sister standing there in a short, tight fitting black dress. Typical Maxie, but it looked great on her just the same. She was determined to turn a few more heads before she left town.
"You guys ready?"
"In a minute, Dillon has something he needs to tell me," Georgie assured her sister. Maxie shrugged and sat down on the couch. Dillon was flustered, he never expected to be sharing this moment with her in the room. That was why he had speeded everything up to avoid it.
"Um, Maxie," he began to protest.
"Georgie!" Emily called as she came through the front door "Look at the earrings Nikolas just gave me to wear tonight!"
"They're beautiful," Georgie reached out and touched one of the tear drop shaped diamonds. Maxie jumped up and examined them for herself. The girls were going crazy over them and Dillon found himself wondering if he promised he'd buy both of them a pair if they would be quiet.
"Um, ladies," Dillon tried to interrupt "I need to speak to Georgie, just a second."
"Oh, ok," Emily followed Maxie back to the couch.
"No," Dillon shook his head "I need to..."
"Sorry," Nikolas burst through the door "There wasn't anybody to park the car."
"Ok!" Dillon shouted, silencing the whole room "Everybody just sit down and be quiet, for two minutes all right?"
Everybody, including Georgie, gave him a strange look but they did as they were told. You didn't argue with somebody like Dillon.
"Not you," Dillon took Georgie's arm.
"What are you up to?" she smirked.
"Ok," he sighed. Where was he? Oh right, he hadn't even started yet. He cast an angry glance at the group on the couch then took her hand, pulling her down the hall and into the guest bedroom.
"Dillon," Georgie laughed "We just *left* them in there. What's going on?"
"All right, just listen to me ok?"
Georgie nodded her head slowly, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
"From the first day that I met you, I knew that you were the most incredible person I had ever met. The fact that you loved me, despite everything that happened between us, it's amazing."
"Where are you going with this?" she asked with a nervous laugh.
"Just...I'm getting there," he nodded "Ever since I was sixteen years old I've known that there is nobody else in this world that will ever matter to me as much as you."
He reached into his pocket pulling out the box and opened it. Georgie finally saw the ring that he had bought for her three years prior and gasped.
"I bought this, the day before your twenty-fourth birthday," he began, nervously pulling it out of the box "Ned helped me," he smiled fondly at the mention of his brother.
"I can't believe this," Georgie shook her head.
"I kept it, all this time, because I knew that nobody else could ever wear it."
She let out a little sob, as tears began to trickle down her cheeks. On the other side of the bedroom door, a small crowd had gathered. Emily and Maxie were both smiling, holding onto one another in anticipation. Nikolas listened in admiration; Finally things were as they were meant to be.
Dillon dropped down onto one knee and took her hand again. He stared up into her eyes, the most beautiful eyes he was sure he had ever seen and smiled at her.
"I know now that it's ok to take risks, as long as we do it together. I promise you, I will *never* leave you again. You make me happy Georgie. I'm not living when I'm not with you. I love you so much."
"I love you too," she whispered.
"Will you marry me? Will you stay with me forever?"
Georgie fought back her sobs long enough to take in a deep breath so she could answer.
"Of course I will."
Emily and Maxie squealed with excitement as Dillon slipped the ring onto her finger. The couple laughed when they realized their friends had sneaked and heard everything. At that moment, it didn't matter. Dillon didn't mind if the whole world heard him. He stood up, and taking her face in his hands, he kissed her.
"This wasn't like I planned," Dillon whispered when they pulled apart "Aside from the audience," he motioned toward the door "this was nothing like a movie."
"No," Georgie shook her head, staring up adoringly at him "It's so much better...Ingrid and Bogey eat your heart out."
Dillon smiled. Georgie hadn't seen him smile like that in years. In his warm eyes, she saw the boy she had fallen in love with. He was the boy that taught her how to kiss, the boy that stole a motorcycle to impress her. The same boy that told her he loved her for the first time by yelling it in the middle of a barn. In the same instant, she saw the man that he had become. The man that had sacrificed his happiness to protect her, who had kept the ring that now was on her finger all these years because it symbolized their future. He was the man that was going to be her husband.